On Monday, I went to the hand specialist for a finger injury sustained falling down the stairs. Small world “coincindence” #1: Thurston was the first responder on the scene on the day of the accident, and the other people who witnessed the incident asked if we knew each other. I, despite almost passing out, used the opportunity to promote his upcoming book.
In the exam room waiting for the doctor, I read the certificates and diplomas on the walls, studied some QR codes for info on common injuries and kept coming back to a mounted newspaper article about the dangers of fireworks. Upon closer inspection, I realized I knew the reporter who wrote that article. (She contributed an essay to the upcoming Parisian Phoenix cat anthology.) So, I texted the author and we had a brief conversation. She owns a cat-themed boutique in Emmaus, Pennsylvania, Purr Haus.
As writers, we never know where our writing will end up or whom it will impact. It’s a responsibility and also a thrill.